Daily Telegraph
What I’ve learnt from editing a newspaper letters page
The joys of editing a newspaper letters page
Perry Worsthorne: a man incapable of dullness
I had known Perry Worsthorne for several years before I went to work for him in 1986 (horrifying how time…
How baby names got so weird
How Wolf and Skylar pushed out John and Mary
Living next door to someone rich, and beside a motorway, makes you fat and your blood pressure soar
I wrote last week about a swarm of bees that had attached itself to a wall of my house, as…
Danny Alexander’s diary: Trying to put an undercover reporter at ease, and the unicorn poop question
It’s dangerous, in my line of work, to promise you’ll be anywhere by 8 p.m. I made this mistake recently,…
I’ve been sacked more times than I can exactly remember. It teaches you nothing
The Oldie magazine — of which, until otherwise advised, I appear to be the editor — runs an occasional article…
The best thing about travel-writing gigs is meeting other hacks
The thing I enjoy most about travel-writing gigs is meeting other hacks. Hacks are almost invariably fun, funny, gossipy, irreverent,…
Westminster Abbey was a fitting setting in which to celebrate the life of Winston Churchill’s last child
The Times has given way to the Daily Telegraph as the bastion of the established order, for— with the one…
On being fired – and hired – as an editor
Last week was unusual. At the start of it, I was mooching about in the country in my customary way,…
A Protestant country is a free country
A Protestant country is a free country
So is Moro a Tory restaurant now?
Moro (‘moorish’ or ‘sexist’) is a Spanish restaurant on Exmouth Market, near the bones of the old Guardian and Observer…